He swore that I was his wife, and—I shot him, Nigel, as his arms were closing around me. He began to tell me something—and stopped. The stranger turned his head at the sound. The dinner was stranger than she had ever anticipated. " "A secret!" exclaimed Trenchard. The evening breeze came; the bamboo shades on the veranda clicked and rasped; the loose edges of the manuscript curled.
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